Mirror Mirror On The Wall [Infinite Jest]

The snakes are easy prey, squirming on their bellies with their backs to the sky. The tigers were in the pit of cobras and the snakes would squirm under heels. With a swift knock to the back of the head the snake was no more troublesome.

Movement:

class dismissed at the bell rung to signal the end of the lies only were to pull the button and everything would be empty like rusty puppets creaking nonsensicals. sooner or later than now it is present to them all the gift of emptiness empty heads choking.
the BeArD pressed the trouble button.
class dismissed freeze tag game over goodbye.

laughing. a cacophony symphony when class was dismissed collect your books dont forget the homework and no play makes jack a dull boy.
skinned cats on the walls from their dead brain oozing blue from the head talk trouble buttons and everything was nothing but lies in the heads of screaming rusty puppets.

trudgery drudgery the walking was balking up the wrong tree where the skinned cats leaked blue ooze and the rusty puppets laughed like ranger beat the bad guys tired eyes under the fake head with fake voices all of them lies to hide in plain sight.
the punchline arrived and so many screamed like laughing it was a funny joke. there would be more jokes to tell everyone and they would be friends forever always the dumber never the wiser until they heard the truth of the stage graveyard.

time was flying.
the fruit flies choked on rotty filth clogging the hallways with chortles.
the waxed BeArDeD lady wanted to cavort with chortles and lie like rusty puppets to themselves so looking the most average to the snakes they didnt eat the puppets they played golf instead with empty heads of bile.
He would be proud of their work today.

Clack... Clack... Clack...

3x1t:

Eventually the fire alarm waned away into silence. The servicemen who showed up in the event of the alarm also left the building. It seemed to be a kind of false alarm, a total waste of resources and time. Nevertheless, there was no danger that was present. For some shows, their schedule was pushed back and they were working overnight. But luckily for the esteemed Feather Ranger Red, he finished his work in time and bid a farewell to their staff. It seemed to be an average day that would soon have a busy evening to peacefully end this day.


Little did any of these people know, there was a mirror in one of the empty stages. It was never there when the team first infiltrated inside. But as the fire alarm ended, it sat there alone inside the spacious room as if to collect dust until its use. It seemed so inconsequential, one could almost mistake it for a prop.  Indeed it was, but for another purpose.

A gloved hand probed out of the mirror as if pushing through the surface of water. Next came another while grasping a top hat. Then pushed through a foot. And finally an entire man. He smoothed out his viridescent hair and surveyed the area around him. It was perfect, just in time for the occasion. Just as he put on his hat on his head, his fist smashed the glass. A green miasma subsequently began to slip out of the mirror's surface. Soon, it would begin to permeate through the room and eventually it would fill the entire studio building.

The man began to chuckle, to laugh, and to cackle as others inside the building guffawed with him as the miasma spread. It was a delightful evening, alright. He only hoped that the Tyrannical Prince received his letter. The party wouldn't be as great without him, after all. And now, all he had to do was wait.